All the Earth’s a Grave

Lay no markers
On my grave-
Why do the living
Love to throw stones
At the dead?
Bury me in obscurity
In an untraveled land
Let the first time
My feet touch the soil
Be tucking them in
For a long sleep.
Tell no soul
Where I am buried.
Plant no flowers.
Allow the ground
To subside over my bones
Like ephemeral ripples
Spreading, slowing,
Birthing still meadows

And I will be Nature’s dark companion,
Her hidden treasure, her
Secret buried six deep.